Robert Frost has a poem that should speak to us, with how marriage-minded and homeward looking we are. Know it by it’s first line, “She is as in a field a silken tent.” The woman he describes is a woman who has filled her duties and obligations with love enough that they scarcely seem duties anymore. A tent is kept up, not tied down, by its various cords, and so she. She is
By countless silken ties of love and thought
. . .
And only by one’s going slightly taut
In the capriciousness of summer air
Is of the slightest bondage made aware.”
I picture the woman here as a young mother. Young mothers are the very flower of womanhood. I have the good fortune to be tied to one myself.
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